Lyrics:
that one day I change
Can't tell her that I love her when I lust the game
Tryin' to keep my composure but yet I'm untamed
Listen I hear the streets call
Sleep all day, and grind all night
Living in the fast lane, the game's nothing polite
So I'm laced up tight, cause I ain't into lagging
She love
the reason to funk, that's
A move used by them aliens, man
You better stick to your plot and to your game plan
And eh, cut me with the fiasco
And bring that
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable
The mystery of scottish sport
Is why we hate the english so.
I love the english very much
As long as they don't
cause everybody fake It's me by myself in this cold world
All I need is my money, I don't need a bitch Misery loves company, is it true
Damn right it's
What you thought it was nigga I'm the man round here
Hands down man down by my grandma crib
On the east
Riding round don't be slipping
Don't
like 6 months
Disappear one day came back
So skinny look like a ghost
It's y'a birthday today
I still feel like a punk
I didn't say bye
I didn't say love
at the crop of all the creme
Yeah we ball we ball wit game so legendary write so much you
Thought i was a secretary by the corner back i aint talking bout
stopped, nope, I can't be tamed
I do it for the love, they do it for the fame
I'm a choo-choo train, Chuy, yup, you know my name
I got the game on lock,
somethin
And break your punk ass down just like you stole somethin
When I rock with Chubb you block show me love
Nigga what, want beef, we drawin first
to get by
Slang dope, jack people, hands in the sky
When you livin' on the edge, yeah holmie it's a high
You get caught up in the drama and eventually
ain't got no love, fuck scrub
She come to move the crew
I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits
I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see
rhymes
Niggas livin' off your fears and ideas to get paid
Brothers makin' the bounce and protect your wealth
And this punk style niggas screamin' out
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, yo
I'm getting real tired of childish ass niggaz judging a book by its cover
Think a pretty motherfucker won't get
what
Reapers from the motherfuckin' Streets of Salem you
Cryin' like a fucking slut
It's a drive by, boy
Better be in bed by 9, boy
Ain't no game, no
where I'm from idiot
See here’s the deal, she got a baby buy some young punk
Runner run up on me, it’s feeling too ill
Never check the player, check
bullshit, that thuggin and thievin
And as far as this Cash Money shit it's part of my blood
And we feed each other everyday by showin 'em love
It don't matter
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
is Dollar ain't the same
Ever since I started Nation ridin', got a lil' change
Surrounded myself by game, niggaz sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that
On land thats stole ancestors bones
In a decade ruled by tech spray
Were my crew handle that game play
This movements built off chess games
Now there's
thrills
Losers, winners, games to play
Like an old Greek tragedy
I see myself for what I am
See you drown, won't lend a hand
I won't fathom wrong or right
the wall, watch 'em fall,
Now dog who ya gonna call?
Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off
And Leather face is not a punk bitch so
It's on when he touch that cause he can get enough bricks
When I was young he told me not to run, I pop my gun pa
You can ask gun or la la love then aim
Of mind corruption
And rhyme seduction
I steal and fill brains
With game and mo' thangs
Like them dope thangs
And what that hoe brang
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